not till the dawn had he heard it
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and his face grew grey to hear
January 13, 2007 Progress Notes:
untitled space opera thingy
Words today: 1,400
Words total: 8,500 by MS wordcount
Reason for stopping: quota and more than quota. Also, tired now.
Exercise:
I have a shoulder injury. From sitting typing in a comfy chair. I exaggerate only slightly when I say: Can't. Move. Torso.
No exercise today for me.
Tyop du Jour: Caba sleinty willed him not to interrupt. The word is silently, fingers, silently.
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: unmodded, ident
Mean Things: the unpleasantness has yet to gather force, but there is much distrust to spread around.
Books in progress: Jim Butcher, Storm Front, Henry Chadwick, The Early Church.
Books finished: Scott Westerfeld, Midnighters: Touching Darkness and Midnighters: Blue Noon. Thoughts forthcoming tomorrow.
The glamour: Self-injury, as recounted above.
Day 8:
Week ending Jan 14
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So, after 5K of flailing, the book finally has a vague direction. I cross my fingers, knock on wood, spit on the hearth, and hope this trend continues.
January 13, 2007 Progress Notes:
untitled space opera thingy
Words today: 1,400
Words total: 8,500 by MS wordcount
Reason for stopping: quota and more than quota. Also, tired now.
Exercise:
I have a shoulder injury. From sitting typing in a comfy chair. I exaggerate only slightly when I say: Can't. Move. Torso.
No exercise today for me.
Tyop du Jour: Caba sleinty willed him not to interrupt. The word is silently, fingers, silently.
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: unmodded, ident
Mean Things: the unpleasantness has yet to gather force, but there is much distrust to spread around.
Books in progress: Jim Butcher, Storm Front, Henry Chadwick, The Early Church.
Books finished: Scott Westerfeld, Midnighters: Touching Darkness and Midnighters: Blue Noon. Thoughts forthcoming tomorrow.
The glamour: Self-injury, as recounted above.
Day 8:
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8,500 / 67,500 (12.6%) |
Week ending Jan 14
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So, after 5K of flailing, the book finally has a vague direction. I cross my fingers, knock on wood, spit on the hearth, and hope this trend continues.